Well, the blue-clad leader of the small gang had not managed to claim the Yegeluo Clan princess's head. Qin Gao had taken it.
Qin Gao was different from Qin Han. Though they shared the surname Qin and belonged to the same family, Qin Gao came from a remote collateral branch whose fortunes had long since declined. He, too, had wanted to strive for military distinction and a great career, but his lineage could not support him. Despite his abilities, both his reputation and his official rank fell far short of Qin Han's. After rising to military adjutant of Tongzhou, he could advance no further, and many years had slipped away.
Otherwise, he would not have taken the initiative to throw his lot in with Wang Chong.
Previously, he had not quite believed the rumors, thinking Wang Chong merely made a show of yielding and that the credit would ultimately still belong to this Prince of Yan. Only when Lu Zongfeng snatched A Chi Le's head and rejoiced did he believe that Wang Chong truly did not covet his subordinates' credit and was genuinely willing to share his own. Why would he stand on ceremony any longer?
He was not afraid of the Yegeluo Clan. If they really invaded, he would have to die on the battlefield whether or not there was a grudge between them. Why worry about so much?
Once he presented Princess Pijia's head, he would have an extraordinary achievement to his name, and promotion would be within sight.
Wang Chong did not care who claimed Princess Pijia's head. He had promised to make up for one head; if the man did not want it, that was no concern of his.
By the time this force fought its way to the south gate, twenty or thirty men had